When Ambriel was set on the ground, he wavered for a bit before finding his footing. He shook his head, trying to get some of the water out of his hair and then shook his wings, shaking off the wetness of his feathers. It was a lot more effective than with his hair: the drops slid off of them, the wings soon regaining their natural splendour.
The rest of Ambriel still looked like a drowned chicken. His white shirt clung to his body and Ambriel swallowed. There was a salt taste in his mouth. He rubbed his arms, trying to get some warmth in them. It was very, very cold.
"I am going back to the dormitory," Ambriel said, a shiver in his voice. "I'm cold. I will fly with you... later. Yes." Ambriel blinked, not very good at asking for help. "I could escort you back to the school as well."